#gf who is flat. gf with no curves. gf who can be used as a ruler or perhaps a level

[twunkass]

gnawing on her like im a starving dog and shes the last piece of rawhide on earth

[aidansplaguewind]

This isn't Aidan related but it's something that has driven me nuts for a while so I just need to get this off my chest.

Y'all need to stop using the word "ped0phile" so casually. I'm talking to a lot of people here, not my followers for the most part unless you do this.

Every time I turn around I'm seeing or hearing about someone being called a ped0phile for being attracted to or in a relationship with someone younger than they are. At first it was with people as old as 18-20. Now the number is going up.

Apparently some people are calling Chris Evans a ped0phile because his gf/fiancé/wife, or whatever the fuck she is, was 23 when they met. That is not what that is.

I'm not here to argue whether or not it's wrong in the moral sense for an older man to date a woman in her early 20s, just to be clear. I'm here because labeling that man as a ped0phile is just flat out inaccurate.

Y'all do realize that ped0philia is a very real disorder that means the person is sexually attracted to prepubescent children, right? It doesn't just mean they're sexually attracted to people who are younger than they are. (And to be clear, my use of the word disorder doesn't mean I'm excusing it any way. It IS a disorder and it's an incurable one. They can't make it stop anymore than I can stop being attracted to men. Which is why personally I feel they should all be put in a facility for life to keep children safe but that's a different debate.)

On the one hand, all you Tumblr kids wanna get mad when people throw around diagnoses like ADHD or OCD because they like things orderly, but then y'all want to change the meaning of other diagnoses to suit your own agenda. Stop doing this shit!

Being attracted to a 23 year old woman does not make a man a ped0phile in any way, shape or form. It's normal for adults to be physically attracted to other adults with adult bodies. The problem with those relationships is the mental side of things, not the physical. Older adults are going to see younger adults they find physically attractive, they just are. Anyone who says they aren't is a fucking liar. However, the adult is supposed to know that MENTALLY they are not on the same page with a 20 year old and that's why they shouldn't be in a relationship.

Stop fucking calling these people ped0s. You may not approve of their relationship, you may think it's morally wrong, but do they deserve a label as horrendous as "ped0"? No. I have kids and I can tell you there is a big fucking difference in someone being sexually attracted to my fucking 11 year old son vs when he's 20. Big fucking difference.

In general I'm just so tired of the internet deciding to cancel someone or ruin their career because they don't agree with what the person is doing. Do some people deserve to be canceled? Sure, but not everyone who lives differently than you and thinks differently than you deserves to have their life ruined because you don't agree with them.

So get out your pencils and write this down: A ped0phile is someone who is sexually attracted to children that have not yet hit puberty. They want the child to look very much like a child and nothing at all close to an adult. No body hair, no boobs, no curves, no physical development at all. It's sick and it's disgusting and it's so damn sick and so damn disgusting that I don't throw the word around lightly.

[sunder-soul]

PROMPT 1: Hellooooooo! First off ur writing goes off, second off listen to this idea that i truly think u can bring to life... reader n tom r in a relationship and someone tried to slip tom to love potion but ofc he doesn't fall for it and his gf is like ??? and then they rub their relationship in her face LOL. anyways no worried just thought this would slap! Admire u n ur work!!

PROMPT 2: hey i love your the last of your rules series and everything else you’ve written. i’m not very creative so idk what exactly i’m looking for plot wise i just trust you since everything you’ve written is good but i was wondering if maybe you could write a tom x ravenclaw reader please. the ravenclaw reader tends to be more emotionally reserved and isn’t big on physical affection and maybe tom finds that interesting in a way? idk this idea might suck but felt like asking anyways...

Decided to combine these two because I could see them working really well together… :D

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Retribution

Summary: After somebody tries to slip Tom a love potion to break up him and Ravenclaw Reader’s relationship, they get a little bit theatrical in response...

Wordcount: 1.8k

Content warning: none.

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“Good morning,” says Tom evenly, lifting a wide-brimmed cup to his lips and taking an even sip as he looks at you.

“Is it?” you say dryly, sitting down opposite him at the Slytherin table and pulling out the new Magical Theory textbook. “Have you looked over this yet?”

“I have,” Tom replies with a very small smile. “Not to your liking?”

“Sophus writes like it’s still the seventeenth century,” you say with a shake of your head, “which isn’t surprising considering I don’t think he included a single reference from the last two hundred years… I mean honestly –” you wave at the title on the front of the book, “– ‘Corpus Magikus?’ Even the title makes it sound ancient.”

“Did you have any criticisms about the actual content per chance?” Tom asks as he lifts his tea again – though it doesn’t quite hide the amused smile on his lips. “Or did you not manage to get past the articulation?”

You give him a look. “The articulation is just as important as the content.”

“I completely disagree,” he replies easily, his cup clinking as he rests it back on its saucer, “regardless of how it is written, his points are extremely sophisticated.”

“I’m not talking about the quality of his points, I’m talking about how well he makes them accessible,” you say at once, picking up a piece of toast and buttering it lightly, “he can have the best criticisms of Magical Theory in the world and no one will care if they can’t understand what he’s saying.”

Tom arches a brow and leans forward on the table, resting on his forearms. “You’re placing the responsibility of understanding an argument on the person presenting it, and not the person receiving it,” he says fluidly, “personally when I find something difficult to understand, I take it as an indicator that I need to return to the topic after better preparing myself.”

“That works fine as an individualistic perspective,” you reply at once, leaning forward to match him, “but a book isn’t written for an individual, is it? It’s written for an audience. A book like this is measured by how wide an audience it can reach, meaning the responsibility is half on him to write accessibly, and half on the audience to go away and fill the holes in our own understanding. That’s when information is dispersed most effectively.”

“Your priority is the dispersion of information as a whole and not the expansion of your personal field of knowledge, and that is the crux of our differing opinion,” Tom says, sitting up straighter and tilting his head calmly.

“I am very aware,” you say dryly, “but you shouldn’t dismiss the importance of charisma when it comes to spreading information. After all, academics aren’t exactly known to be the most charismatic people most of the time, so you end up with intelligent, useful tomes that are utterly incomprehensible to most people –” you nod at the text again, “whilst compelling idiotic drivel is widely consumed.”

The Daily Prophet lands with a thump on your breakfast plate as the delivery owl swoops away with a mournful hoot, and you share a pointed, very wry look with Tom.

Tom breathes a little laugh and laces his fingers around his cup. “So you’re not looking forward to Magical Theory, then.”

“I am,” you amend, frowning, “I just hope the class follows more like Waffling’s work than this.”

“Of course you like Waffling,” Tom smirks, lifting his cup, “he effectively writes in verse –”

Tom suddenly freezes, his brow furrowing lightly. You raise a brow at his sudden reaction. “What?”

He looks down at his tea, still frowning.

“Tom?” you prompt, bemused.

“Someone has attempted to drug me,” he says in complete seriousness, looking up at you.

You stare back, bewildered. “Is… is this more Tom humour?” you ask after a moment, “you seriously need more practice at making jokes, Tom, you really are terrible at it –”

“I’m not joking,” Tom interrupts crisply.

Your scrutiny drops to the cup in his hand. “How can you tell?”

“My tea smells like you.”

Your brows raise. “Excuse me?”

“My tea,” he repeats evenly, his dark eyes coming alight with a flicker of amusement as he leans closer, his cup still in one hand, “rather suddenly smells like you. I can only assume someone has managed to slip Amortentia into my cup sometime during this conversation.”

You blink at him. “Oh,” you say simply.

Tom’s lips curve into a more defined smirk at your expression.

“Well who’s trying to drug you then?” you ask quickly, looking away.

“An excellent question,” he says silkily, eyes still on you. “Their motive is hardly a mystery, so that should narrow it down.”

You roll your eyes and level him with a flat look. “Nothing could narrow it down less, Tom,” you drawl, “half the school is in love with you, and the other half is in denial about being in love with you.”

Tom arches a brow and looks very pleased with himself. “Should I drink it and we can find out?” he asks in amusement, lifting the cup.

You huff a laugh and take a bite of your toast. “Go on then, but don’t expect any sympathy from me when you’re pouring your heart out to some random stranger in front of the whole school a minute from now.”

His hand freezes with the rim of his cup an inch from his mouth, amusement faltering.

“That’s what I thought,” you smirk. “If you want to play it that way you’re going to have to be smarter than that.”

“Oh?” he asks, dark eyes narrowing. “And what would you suggest?”

“If someone drugged you during this conversation then they’re probably watching for your reaction,” you say casually around bites of your toast, “so just look out for someone who’s waiting for you to dramatically break up with me.”

“According to you, that would be the entire school,” Tom mutters, looking significantly more disgruntled than before.

A grin slowly builds on your face. “That was nearly a real joke, Tom,” you say ironically, “Merlin you’ve come so far…”

He shoots you a flat glare and you snicker. “Alright, sorry, I’ll stop – look, if I storm out of here looking upset and you act all conflicted and brooding for the rest of the day, whoever it was will probably try to come talk to you.”

“How theatrical,” Tom deadpans.

You shrug. “Do you want to know who drugged you or not?”

His eyes remain on yours for a moment, and then he lifts the tea to his lips. You watch him pretend to drink, your eyes lingering on the tea glistening on his lips as he lowers the cup.

“Don’t lick your lips,” you say quietly, not quite able to look away.

Tom’s other hand shifts slightly where it’s resting on the table between you, and the tea vanishes both from his lips and the cup. You give him another dry look. “Show off,” you accuse, smiling, “wandless and non-verbal, huh?”

“If you ask nicely, I’ll teach you how to do it,” he smirks.

You huff a laugh and slide Corpus Magikus back into your bag. “I should make my dramatic exit soon,” you say casually, finishing your toast and looking around the hall absently. “Perhaps we should have a fight first.”

“That would make it more convincing, yes,” he says delicately, still looking amused.

“What shall we fight about?"

Tom’s expression immediately cools and he leans in so close that you can see the patterns in his dark irises. “The content doesn’t matter,” he says smoothly, a glimmer in his eyes despite his utterly blank expression, “rather, the articulation.”

You hold his gaze for a second, fighting the urge to smile. You force yourself to stand suddenly, as if he’s said something of great offence. “I’ve never seen you so quickly converted to my opinion, Tom,” you say icily, leaning down to him over the table and hoping it looks like you’re angry.

“You made your argument very convincingly,” Tom says immediately, lifting his chin coolly.

“Actively demonstrating my point, I suppose,” you snap, standing straight. “I’m going to storm out now.”

“I’ll see you in class,” he says dismissively, pouring himself more tea.

You turn on your heel and leave, ignoring the curious eyes following you on your way out and not letting the smile break on your face until you’re well outside the Hall. Now all you have to do is wait.

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“Amelia Staghart,” Tom says in your ear before swiftly sitting down next to you in Potions that afternoon.

You raise a brow at him, watching as he arranges his Potions kit on the desk – Staghart is sitting a few desks behind you at that very moment and can most definitely see the both of you. “Are we no longer having a fight?”

“I grew tired of that pretence rather quickly,” Tom says curtly.

You smirk. “Did she talk to you?”

“Yes.” He looks decidedly irritated.

“A lot, huh.”

He shoots you a glare and you bite back another smile. “Are you going to report her then?” you ask, writing the date out on your parchment.

“No,” Tom says softly. You glance up curiously at his tone and find his dark eyes watching you write, before they flick up to yours. “I can think of a more pertinent retribution for her to endure,” he finishes quietly, not looking away.

“Retribution?” you echo, arching a brow with a slight smile. “And you accuse me of being theatrical.”

But Tom only leans closer and – to general astonishment – places a very gentle kiss on your cheek. His lips linger soft and warm on your skin for a moment as you’re frozen in place, staring at him as he slowly draws away an inch. His eyes roam your face as you blink in surprise, his lips curving into another humorous smile at your expression when there’s a sudden SMASH from behind you.

The entire class turns from where they’ve been staring wide-eyed at Tom’s display of affection to see Staghart’s inkwell knocked asunder on her desk, spreading black ink across the wood and dripping down to the floor, her eyes wide and her expression thunderstruck as she stares at you.

“Clean that up at once, Staghart!” Slughorn says disapprovingly as he strides into the room. “I certainly hope your clumsiness does not extend through today’s lesson – we’re brewing poisons today, class!”

Staghart goes red as the rest of the students titter and chatter, furiously glaring at the pool of ink dripping into her lap. 

You glance at Tom and share a silent look of amusement before the two of you simultaneously turn back to your notes, still smirking.

[babymilkawa]

Can you do osamu, kuroo, bokuto, and if you have time than sakusa with an S/O who is insecure how skinny/flat chested they are. I know that people might get offended by that but I actually really struggle with it if it’s out of ur comfort zone I’m totally ok with it.

of course anon!! 💘💘

flat-chested s/o headcanons with:

miya osamu, kuroo tetsuro, bokuto kotaro, sakusa kiyoomi

fem!reader :)

miya osamu

one day you asked him if he wished you had a bigger, curvier chest

yall were laying in bed and he just turned to look away from his phone, looking at you instead

his face was expressionless as he moved to hover over you, hands on either side of your head

then he leaned down to peck your forehead, then your nose, your chin, your jaw, your neck

his hands moved to your sides and he just stared at you close, eyes searching your face

“you know I love you right?” he asked. 

you hesitantly nod and he’s like really😑

but he still kisses you on the lips and mutters that you’re beautiful against them

“I don’t care what size they are or what they look like, you’re beautiful y/n and I swear If you don’t get that by now I'll fight Atsumu or smn”

you giggle, “what does your brother have to do with this?”

“idk...” 😒

but he really doesn’t care at all

he still loves to sleep on your chest and listen to your heartbeat

hey, if they were big he would be kinda far from ur heart right 🤔

kuroo tetsuro

the two of you are getting ready for a date

you have a tight-ish dress on and you just think that it would fit someone who had a bigger chest better

he’ll see your eyes observing your own body in the mirror and walk up to you

with his arms around your waist and chin on your shoulder, he’ll ask “what’s up?”

“idk..I think I should change, again”

“naww cmon babe this dress was made for you! the color suits your features, it outlines your beautiful curves...”

“are they, though?” you ask

“hmm?”

“my curves,” you say, softer

he sighs behind you and spins you around so that you faced him 

“yes, they are y/n. and so is the rest of your body,” he says, with both hands on your face

he brings you close and says, “don’t forget that I love you for who you are, baby.”

and plants a soft kiss on your lips

he’ll always be there to remind you that you’re perfect, no matter how many times it takes for you to understand

he’ll prolly find some sciencey shit abt the advantages to a smaller chest

bokuto kotaro

*sigh* he carries the chest in your relatioship

have you seen how buff he is? 

it’s like that John legend meme, he’s so nice to his wife, he carries her a$$

so if you go up to him, worried that he’ll want someone with a bigger chest, he’ll puff up his own and embrace you in the tightest hug

he’ll spin you around a few times and then looks at you with your chests touching 

“y/n this just means that we can be closer to each other!”

and he’ll be looking at you with the brightest eyes and smile

if you’re much smaller than him, he still loves it because he can just bear hug you

and protect you from flying volleyballs :)

ok I can rly see bokuto just randomly picking up his gf bridal style when he’s at the peak of his energy rush and he’s just swwwinging her around while she clings onto his neck for dear life 💀

by now u should be used to his bubbliness

idk I’m j making words up at this point 🤷🏽‍♀️

sakusa kiyoomi

you woke up before him and the atmosphere is just so calm and peaceful

he’s curled up to your side, desperate for warmth

you see him rub his face on your body a little, still deep in sleep

your fingers run thru his black curls and it makes him bury his face impossibly more into you

then he wakes up with a hum and his eyes look up at you, sunlight streaming in and making him squint

“babe,” you say.

he lifts an eyebrow, encouraging you to speak

“Would it be more comfortable if my chest was bigger? and..softer?”

he’s blinking up at you like you grew a third eye

then he moves to slump his whole body on top of you, taking your hand that’s resting on the side and putting it on his head

“This is already rly comfortable,” he mumbles.

“Hmm?”

he sighs and he brings his hands up to squish your cheeks

“you’re..fine, ok? don’t change anything.”

Then he flops back down on u but makes his grip on your waist tighter

haikyu!! masterlist

[antiloreolympus]

6 Anti LO Asks

1. With the whole “Hades doesn’t defend Minthe” we see in a flash back he wait until they’re at Hebe’s birthday to start the fight about her outfit/waits until they’re there when he’s known for most of the car ride Minthe is mad about the comments on the outfit

Hades may say “stop” when Hera was talking, but it was more for him being passive in my opinion than defending

Hera calls Minthe “nymph trash” a couple times and hades never says “no she’s not” it’s all hollow.

The other thing is Zeus never calls Minthe by her name it’s “minty” because he’s unsure. Which tells me Hades never corrects his brother. They both met Minthe at the same time and you think Zeus would know her name since Hades was planning on proposing.

And then how he treats her. We know Minthe doesn’t like being seen with Hades, but Hades treats her the same way. Who made their relationship official on fates book? Minthe? How does Hades comment? “Don’t use the computer on company time”.  Which is enough said. Though everyone knows about Hades and Minthe, Minthe actually grows to show that she’s proud/happy in the relationship while Hades doesn’t (telling Thetis/fates book/ ending it with Thantos) but hades shows no happiness for the relationship.

And we actually get to see for a split second that Minthe actually values Hades as not a lover but as someone she spends a lot of time with because with the Thetis and her drinking that starts their break up-Hades tells Minthe Thetis isn’t a good friend and guess what, Minthe does listen to that and throws that in Thetis’ face.

However with Hades, it seems like Minthe doesn’t really affect his life. He doesn’t think about her, he pushes her out of his head and focuses on the next thing (Persephone) Yeah he gives Minthe another chance, but she went back to him. He goes to her on her suspension to make the brea up offical and to let her know about her job status and apartment. It just seems like we’re told Hades loved Minthe but we’re shown that’s not the case. Literally it looks like Hades uses Minthe as an accessory, a talk piece so he’s more interesting than he seems or that he just has someone to talk to in the car, but he didn’t treat her like a gf/partner/whatever in a lot of the stuff we’re shown.

[yes Minthe and Hades are both toxic and handled stuff really bad both are to blame for a lot]

2. Remember when Minthe was suppose to be flat and jealous of Persphones curves and then right before she turned into a plant Minthe had a whole new body?

3. Daphne and Thanatos were the only interesting couple in this entire dumpster fire.

4. the only reason LO seems still ongoing is because RS wants as much money as she can get out of it. Rachel claims her original plan was under 100 episodes, but now it's verging into 200+ with no end in sight, and most of it can be cut with nothing lost because so much of it is just filler and convoluted nonsense. it makes me not respect her as a creator, because it seems way more about the money as this point, not having a passion for creating (as we see in the degraded art) or telling a story.

5. Idk Megara’s myth BUT in the hades game she has a kick ass design. In LO I’m confused. Again I don’t know the myth but in different modern telling I know Meg is kinda like LO’s Hectate (close with hades but not a love interest and kickass) BUT in LO she’s an employee whose not actually close with Hades, is in love with Hades, but when Hades first got to the underworld she was part of the crowd who laughed at him and is now somehow all small and meek around him. Idk I just wish she had more to do in the story now instead of being used to show us “see Persephone gets along with other female characters that don’t root for HXP”

6. Persphone and Hades kiss in one chapter and then in the next Persphone goes to Minthe to be like “teach me how to use the computer or I’m tattling” and then tells Minthe that HXP isn’t a thing even tho they kissed the night before.

Persphone: “I’m black mailing your for tricking me to going to tower 4”

Minthe “I’m gonna report you for murdering mortals”

[eregyrn-falls-art]

Tagged by @fordanoia​ (thank you!) - I did a 2020 summary of art, and now it’s time for some self-positivity!

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 8 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, crafts, projects, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome work!

I don’t know if I’ll do 8?  But here goes.

1. Ford as King Bacchus (for JK Simmons birthday, Jan 2020) - while not the most sophisticated painting job, I still feel okay about the work I did on the clothes and the crown especially (gold is hard).  It was good practice for experimenting with painting techniques in CSP.

2. Trust/Paranoia (for Forduary, Feb. 2020) - one of those instances in which the dynamic of the poses and expressions really came out the way I wanted them to.  I thought this had some good drama to it.

3. Six Characters Fanart Challenge (May 2020) - actually completing this felt good!  And it made me feel good to do a set of mostly non-GF characters and remind myself that I can, in fact, still draw other faces and so on.  (Listen, don’t get me wrong; I have drawn the grunks So Many Times over the last few years because I wanted to, because it brings me joy!  But I do worry about getting in a rut sometimes.)

4. Childhood (June 2020) - first time trying just some straight-up painting for the background here, based on photos of my childhood home on the Jersey Shore, and memories of those magical dusk hours playing on the beach.  I’m usually a linework kind of person, but I think I just had a sketch for this background and built on it.  It’s always still a learning curve, but it came out well enough that it makes me feel nostalgic.  I look at it and can almost feel the coolness of the sand. I miss it.

5. Stan Twins’ Birthday (June 2020) - look I just thought these little tree-octopi were the cutest things.  Overall I still like these two pieces; I like the mood of the landscape I did for the top piece, too.

6. Dipper & Mabel’s 21st Birthday (Aug 2020) - I really liked how the mood and lighting of this one turned out as well.  (Even though I like the expressions I did for the sequel with Stan and Ford better.) This became by far the most popular piece I’ve ever done, like, it’s not even close.  I think that has mostly to do with timing, but I’m also glad that happened with a piece I genuinely feel good about.

7. The Mystery Trio in: Not, In Fact, a Ghost Story (Oct 2020; also on AO3) - the thing I’m proudest of this year, by far: a comic 2 years in the making (off and on, but mostly in 2020). Thank god for CSP.  (In a lot of ways it’s better that it took long enough for me to get CSP and become comfortable using it, because I think it made it better, and in some ways flat-out made it possible. I could have done it without, but it would have been SO much harder and would have taken longer.)  I learned so much doing it. I still feel pretty good about it.

I’m coming in pretty late with this so it’s hard for me to know who’s done it and who hasn’t. So I’m going to tag a few people, and feel free to do it, or not; and if I miss out anyone, please know that if you want to do it I would genuinely love to see it!  Even if you can’t list 8.  Even if you can only list 1 thing you did in 2020 that you feel good about, that’s worth it!  Be kind to yourself for whatever you managed this year.

Tagging:  @gruvu​, @anistarrose​, @marypsue​, @smudgethistle​, @sightkeeper​, @thelastspeecher​, @rum-and-shattered-dreams​, @pirably​, @scribefindegil​

[katsukikitten]

Hewwo! I was wondering if you could do a Bakugou x Fem Athlete reader? I use to be a wrestler and when I watch bnha and see their workouts/training, it brings me back to the good times where i use to slam ppl into the floor lol (im soft i swear-). Maybe reader goes to a boot camp and doesn't see bakugo for awhile and they come back hella buffed up and can even lift Bakugou with ease, maybe they're a weightlifter?? Idk but i wanna see bakugo shook at his strong gf lol

I hope you like this my dear.

You were what most people called a behemoth.

A thick woman with muscle on an athletic build instead of thick hips. Your shoulders were broad, strong and could carry the weight of the world.

And often times it did.

It used to bother you that you were not as femme as other girls. As cutesy and petite until one day you came to the realization that you'd never look like the women on the front of magazines.

And that was a o fucking kay. And everyday since then you fought with yourself and your self image.

Because bitch you were a queen.

And being a confident cut throat queen added to your muscular stature had most *boys* avoiding you like the plague.

But that was fine because you were looking for a M! A! N!

Although you didn't know you'd find him so soon and in such an odd package.

It took one deadly smirk aimed at you for you to fall head over heels.

And it took one knockout punch for him.

Depsite the mutual feelings the two of you only ever interact or text to spar. You too worried that you're reading into his excitement too much. Thoroughly convinced he only sees you as a bro he can actually go all out with.

While he is too fucking oblivious to even realize he had feelings for you. Paying you compliments and even bragging on you in class with simple songs of praises such as "Tch. Y/LN would break your puney fucking arm in a wrestling match Kirishima!"

The doting ash blonde would eye you then, smiling proudly daring anyone to test your strength.

And double daring anyone to comment on that powerfully beautiful body of yours.

If he heard a single off colored comment or joke about you, whether you were there to defend yourself or not he would step in. Hands popping with unkempt rage as a shit eating grin erupted on his kissable lips.

The thought of him defending your honor had your cheeks burning with blush as you waltz through the thick doors of the gym, exactly where Kirishima said you could find him. Silently thankful that he is wearing headphones with music loud enough that he does not hear the door shut as you spy his damp, sculpted back pull his body upward as he counts with barely a grunt.

Well into the upper thousands as your heart flutters, body heating to the point that your kneecaps melt. Struggling to stand you turn on your heel, losing the nerve to tell him goodbye although you will only be gone for a short month. Still you wonder if you should send a text, thumbs hovering over the lit keyboard debating if he would even want to read a stupid message from a lousy extra like you.

And it wasn't like you'd get a reply while you were gone and even if you did where you were going your phone would be no better than a glorified iPod touch with the lack of signal out in bumfuck nowhereville.

You decide against it sliding your phone into your leggings pocket as you tighten the straps on your book bag setting out for what will hopefully push you in the right direction.

Camp is hard as you knew it would be. You were training with the best strength oriented quirk pro heros in the game! Sending you through grueling obstacle courses with semi truck tires and endless pits of sand and mud.

Not to mention you were pushed to the point of puking more often than not. Still you somehow made friends in between the exhausting training and gnarly cafeteria food. Laughing, helping one another and even exchanging numbers with promises to text when a mythical bar of service was found.

Cool water drips form your hair as you plop down on the bottom bunk with a sigh, your bed mate pokes her head out to look down at you. Meanwhile you stare at the last text your friend Mina had sent you for the umpteenth time this week. A photo of you and Bakugo sharing a rare laugh during training both of your cheeks flushed and hair clinging to sweating foreheads over a joke long forgotten. But the feeling would never fade.

You damn her silently for being so sneaky and sneaky enough to catch both you AND Bakugo off guard.

"You've been sighing like you're s/o is away at war!" She chides, "So who are you staring at?"

This gains the attention of the other two girls in the bunks across the way, eyes gleaming at the thought of sharing crushes. Heat flushes your skin bright pink as you attempt to lock your phone but swift hands above snatch it from your normally steely grip.

"Oh." Is all she says as she looks closely at the photo, Bakugo shirtless with, dripping with sweat and wearing his best smile as you're three quarters to the camera cheesing hard as hell.

"Well shit I'd be sighing too. Your man is hot as hell! Does he train with you?"

"A..ah he's um not.." Fear grips your windpipe as you try not to sound creepy as fuck for looking at a picture of what is only your classmate. You clear your throat, "We're just sparring partners."

"What?!" She zooms in on his face before showing it to the other girls and yourself as best she can out of your reach, "My sparring partner never smiles. Make him your man!"

"I'm not his type, Kimi!" You rush out, embarrassment having you cover your face. Shit you'd never be his type.

You couldn't imagine anything more than a petite fiery or even just plain shy girl who wore dresses and heels. A woman with all the right curves that would dangle from his arm as he showed her off. Not some brute who could practically snap any man in half.

Your heart sinks into your gut, tears threatening to spill.

"Then what's his type?" She asks dryly above you. Mind racing as you think of how Bakugo looks at the opposite sex, hell even the same sex in your class and you come up with the same face each time. He wears his ever agitated snarl and that's if he even glances their way. Scarlet eyes narrowed into slits save when the look at you. They are narrowed only from the effects of his upturned lips.

"I reckon he ain't got a type then?" She says staring down at you from over her mattress. You avoid eye contact as you speak.

"I...I just can't see him with me. I'm all bulky and burly like." You flex your banded arms for emphasis before pointing at your bunk mate above, "While you're more toned and that of a fitness magazine model."

"So what? So fucking what! Haven't you seen me oogling you all week? Or the other women who would kill to have your gains! We see it sis, we see it and stan it. You carry muscle where most women DREAM to!" She jumps from the top bunk lifting your shirt up to your sports bra," Abs bitch, you've got washboard abs! Meanwhile my stomach can barely become flat. And your back! Ugh don't get me started how you're stronger than super girl with that toned back and beautifully rounded ass. Why are you selling yourself short?"

Your lack of answer is met with a harsh slap on your stomach before the timed lights in the cabin die out.

"The first thing I want you to text me about is how you asked that hottie blonde out." She threatens before jumping to the top bunk like an agile cat.

The month ends with tight hugs and a long ride home. You welcome the scenery of the winding roads and mountains as the train speeds past, muscles screaming from the month before.

And stomach growling wanting nothing more than a home cooked meal. If you did the math right on the chore wheel. You'd be coming back to Katsuki's cooking. You slip in and out of conciousness dreaming of spicy grilled chicken.

A surprise waits for you as you get off at your stop for the train. The platform crowded with familar bodies of class 3A

as you dismount from the steps.

"WELCOME HOME Y/N!" They shout in unison as Mina and Urarka rush in for a hug. You pull away laughing before your eyes scan for a blonde and when they come up empty your stomach twists for a moment. Mina pulls your thoughts away as slips her pink arms through yours guiding you towards the exit of the train station. She fills you in on the things you'd missed that fun summer month.

Swimming, fireworks, watermelon.

All activities that they planned to do again of course, espeically now that you were back. Not to mention her now boyfriend, Kirishima who, always the gentleman, took your bags to carry on your soon to be journey down six blocks back to UA, to home.

Still you wish Bakugo would have come to greet you too, you pull out your phone for a moment. Ready to text Kimi how you were gonna be forever alone, instead you lock your phone angrily shoving it into your bag.

With each step closer towards the dorms your body becomes heavier, weighted down with your mood drop that you brush off as "I'm just tired Mina-chan" endlessly until you reach the dorms.

The class floods into the their third year dorms as the smell of food wafts over your senses, causing mixed feelings to fist fight in your stomach.

"I'm just gonna get some sparring in before dinner." You smile at Mina, as you head out clad in your ever present athleisure wear, short black shorts and a tanktop.

The outdoor punching bag takes the brunt of your anger, of your disappointment and mostly your own self loathing over being upset over your training buddy not coming to greet you.

Still it stings to know he didn't even bother to show up. Hell he didn't even greet you at the damn door to the dorms!

Arching your fist you slam it into the bag that bursts open as the chain snaps, soaring into the treeline behind the dorms. You huff, back turned before your stomach growls, begging to be fed.

You collect yourself as you hear the sliding door to the living room open.

"Oi! Y/N!" His voice comes out biting as he approaches. You look to the source damning your heart for fluttering at just the sight of him. You notice his skull shirt seems a bit tighter than when you last saw him, muscled arms flexing as he keeps his calloused hands in his pockets. Harsh eyes look you up and down. Roving over your body making you feel naked beneath their intensity as he silently assess your thick frame. Scarlet lingering on exposed soft thighs that he may or may not imagine himself between sometimes. It took the entire month of his "sparring" partner gone to realize she may have been more than just that.

He fights the blush on his cheeks before a devilish grin overtakes his normal snarl.

"Atta girl, coming back stronger than ever. Bet you kicked some ass at camp huh?" His praises has your heart soaring as your body moves on it's own. Anger melting into warmth as you scoop up the muscled man into a bone crushing hug, giggling as you swing him in a circle. That is before you realize your giddy action could make him seem weak, something Bakugo loathes. You set him down with several rushed "Sorry"s before he grips your wrist tightly. Eyes boring into yours as he struggles to keep his breathing even.

"No I should be the one who's sorry." He growls.

"For what?" He answers as he pulls you closer to him until your lips crash into his. Hands roving up your toned arms before strong fingers pull at the hair at the nape of your neck deepening the kiss while you turn into putty in popping hands. After a few moments he breaks free, looking over your stunning features.

"For not fucking doing that sooner. For not fucking realizing that I admire more than just your strength." He looks away slipping his hand into yours as he pulls you back to the dorms, "Come on! I didn't make my girl's favorite just so it could get cold damn it!"

He drags you into the house as you watch after him before you snap a photo sending it to Kimi with a caption underneath.

"He beat me to the punch."

[mistersshelby]

Hello! I thought i’d request something! the reader is a sketch artist (and tommy’s secret gf). she takes an affinity of sketching the peaky blinders doing different things, without tommy knowing. She delivers these sketches once a month to the pub without anyone seeing her. These sketches worry Thomas, and he thinks they are a threat from another gang. he sets out a hunt for the artist. Arthur finds the reader and tortures her without tommys permission and when tommy finds out he feels so bad

thank you for your request!! I’m sorry it took so long, but I really enjoyed writing this one so I hope you like it!!

You always sketched Tommy, usually from mental images you’d conjure up in the middle of the night when you missed him. Then, when Tommy started talking about missions he and his men would do, you’d imagine them in your head and then draw them out.

Too embarrassed about them, you never showed Tommy. But as time went on and the sketches piled up, you thought they might be a sweet little secret gift to start dropping off at the shop, sort of like a secret admirer. So once a month, before the Garrison opened, you’d slip the sketches under the door and be on your way. 

But a couple months passed and Tommy never mentioned them. You still dropped them off.

***

“Why can’t we tell everyone about our relationship?” You asked one day in bed, Tommy running his fingers lightly over your shoulder.

He reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, “Why do you ask questions that you know the answer to?”

You pouted, “I asked you first.”

He smirks and his fingers follow the curve of your cheek down until he cups your chin, “Because the thought of you being used against me or you being hurt because of me makes me want to rip out my own heart.” You pretend not to notice the way his voice wavers with emotion, you know the nightmares he’s had about you being taken and tortured by someone who found out Tommy’s weakness. 

You move closer to him until your noses touch, “I love you.” You say softly.

He gently presses his lips to yours, “I love you.” He repeats into your mouth.

So you let it go. And months later, Tommy’s greatest fear comes to fruition.

***

There were papers on the floor again, the bartender had reported and handed them off to Tommy. He flipped through them like he had the last time. Sketch after sketch of their inner dealings and meetings at the Garrison. Someone was watching them and it was making him paranoid.

“Someone’s watching us.” He announced at the next family meeting and tossed the sketches across the table. “These have been dropped at the Garrison, slipped under the door before opening four times now.”

Ada picked one up, “Some of these are from family meetings in the shop though, how is that possible?”

“Dunno,” Tommy said as he lit a cigarette, “Feels like a threat to me, though.”

“It’s an odd threat.” Pol said, her eyebrows knitted together, “Whatever happened to good old fashioned hand-delivered bullets?”

“What d’you think this means, Tom?” Arthur put down a sketch, “Who d’you think it is?”

Tommy shook his head and sighed, exasperated, “Dunno, I’ve been thinking about it for weeks now. The drawings aren’t signed. No indication at all who it is. I’m telling you all to just… Be on the lookout. If you see anything… Let me know. I’ll be in London this weekend for meetings, you all know how to contact me if anything happens. Be careful.”

And just like that, the meeting ended and Tommy headed to London, leaving you behind.

***

It was Saturday night and Tommy was in London. You liked to be near the Shelby family while he was away, even though they didn’t know you, being around them made you feel like Tommy was closeby. So you took your sketch pad and headed to the Garrison.

Pol and Ada weren’t here tonight and that disappointed you a bit, they were your favorite to sketch. You liked that Tommy had a lot of women on his team, that he valued their opinions. It was hard to find that in men. Instead, you sketched Arthur, John, and Finn, sitting at a table, laughing and drinking pint after pint. You wished for what felt like the millionth time that you could meet them. You wanted to be fully immersed in Tommy, including his family. He insisted you weren’t missing much, that you wouldn’t want to meet them anyway, but it never stopped thoughts of what it would be like to have tea with Ada and Polly and go shopping on Sundays and complain about the boys and their business. 

Instead, you were stuck watching from afar. Intertwined but detached all at once. You noticed John and Arthur grew serious all of a sudden and then a few minutes later, they left the bar. You frowned, it must be some business thing, but it didn’t much matter because you didn’t have anyone to sketch anymore. It was getting late anyway, so you packed up your things and headed out of the bar.

You were only walking for a few seconds when someone pulled you into an empty alley, but you didn’t have time to scream as a hand came up to cover your mouth, “Now, we can make this easy and painless for you, or we can make it very, very hard.” You recognize Arthur’s voice immediately and confusion floods your brain, “Who are you working for and why the fuck do you keep watching us and leaving drawings at the pub, eh?”

You realized John was behind you, holding your arms, “I don’t have a weapon on me,” You said when Arthur removed his hand, “You can let me go.”

Arthur punched you in the stomach and the air knocked out of you, “That wasn’t what I asked.”

When you caught your breath again, tears stung the corners of your eyes, “The drawings are stupid, I-- I just like watching all of you. You’re the Shelbys, you’re like royalty in Birmingham, they’re just silly sketches--”

“Then why are their drawings of our private meetings? Our secret dealings?” John chimed in.

You closed your eyes and sighed, there was no way to explain this that they would believe, not even the truth. “You wouldn’t believe me. Please, I don’t have an affiliation with any gang, I work at the shop down the street, you can ask them—“

This time, Arthur punched you in the jaw, “You talk too much. C’mon John, let’s bring her to the shop.”

You went with them willingly, not wanting to cause a scene, but sniffling all the way. Of course they saw the drawings as a threat, how could you be so stupid? You hadn’t even told Tommy about them and you were sure now he had told the Shelbys to be on the lookout while he was away.

You whimpered a bit as John strapped you to a chair in a dark basement. You knew what this chair was for. Though Tommy had hoped and prayed this would never happen, he had prepared you for it nonetheless.

“If anyone ever takes you for information, I don’t care what it is, you give them everything.”

“What if the information could get you killed?”

“Love, I don’t care about that, I can figure out a way around it, but I’d never forgive myself if I lost you, you understand?”

You thought of this conversation as Arthur spread out a variety of tools, “I-I can tell you everything, but you have to promise me you’ll call Tommy and let me speak to him, it’ll prove everything.”

“What d’you know about Tommy?” John asked, clearly suspicious.

You swallowed, “I know of his nightmares, how when he can’t sleep the only thing he wants is some whiskey, I know he’s in London right now for a very important meeting about the whiskey you lot create, I—“

Arthur grabbed your hand, running a small knife under your smallest nail, “And how the fuck would you know about all this? Some shop girl from Birmingham?”

You swallowed, “Because he’s in love with me, and I with him.”

There was a moment of silence and then Arthur and John laughed aloud as Arthur jammed the knife under your nail and ripped it off, unsympathetic to your wails. When the pain dulled, you begged again, “Please, if I could just speak to him—“

“Who do you work for?

“I already told you,” You sobbed, “the shop down the street.”

Arthur took another nail. It went on like this for what felt like hours until you just flat out refused to speak to them, showed no reaction when Arthur’s knife came near you. Only then did they leave you alone, but not before spitting on you and calling you a “daft cunt.”

Only once you heard the door shut did you let yourself cry, praying Tommy came home soon. And then you sank into sleep.

***

“Found the drawer, Tommy.” Arthur said into the phone, “Think you should have a wack at her though, she won’t bloody tell us anythin’. Been torturin’ her for hours. Didn’t want to take her fingers, but I’m starting to think it’s the only way.”

Tommy loosed a breath, “Arthur, did I give you permission to kidnap and torture anyone?”

“Tommy, we found her drawing us at the Garrison on Saturday night. It’s her, we’re sure of it.”

“You’re sure? Would you bet your life on it? Why isn’t she talking, then?”

“I--I dunno.” There it was, the note of uncertainty in Arthur’s voice.

Tommy felt his anger rising, “You don’t torture anyone until I get back, you hear me? You don’t so much as look at anyone threateningly or I’ll kick your sorry arse, got it?”

“You sure Tommy? I can warm her up for you.”

“Arthur.” Tommy tried to rein in his anger, “Don’t. Touch. Her.”  And then he hung up the phone. Before leaving, he dialed you, but you didn’t pick up. Something was definitely wrong, but Tommy was still too afraid to acknowledge it.

***

When the door clanged shut, your head shot up from where it had sat against your chest and your heart raced as you waited to see who would come down the stairs. When you saw Tommy you began to sob with relief, “Thomas, Tommy, please, please untie me.”

There was unchecked rage on Tommy’s face as he stepped into the light in front of you, “Arthur, John, get upstairs now.” And he began untying you.

“Tommy, she-- She’s the one who’s been doing all the drawings--” John started.

“I want to talk to her alone.” Tommy said, deadly quiet, “Get out of my sight.”

“Tom--” Arthur tried again.

“Why does nobody fuckin’ listen to me, eh? I said get out!” Spittle flew from his mouth as he turned back to his brothers and they finally had the good sense to back away and head back up the stairs. Only when the door shut did he turn back to you.

“Y/N, I-- I’m so sorry, I don’t understand how this happened.” He finished the last tie and let you fall into his arms, pulling you to his chest as your sobs wracked your small body.

“Tommy.” Was all you managed to say and you pulled him closely, ignoring the pain that ran through your fingers from Arthur.

“What did he do to you?” You could hear in his voice he was close to breaking.

“My nails.” You started, “He punched me a lot, think I might have a broken rib. Tommy, I’m sorry, I told him the truth.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” He said as he searched your skin, pulling his hands away when you flinched.

“I was too embarrassed to tell you about the sketches, that’s why I dropped them off like that, and I wanted your family to see them. Thought it would be a way for me to be connected to them, no matter how distant,” You started crying again then, “I didn’t think… I never stopped to think that you would see them as a threat.”

Tommy’s eyes were shiny as he looked down at you, how could he fix this? How could he fix what his own family had done to you? All because he insisted on keeping you a secret. “This is all my fault. Sweetheart, I’m so sorry I let this happen. I’m gonna tell them everything, alright? Promise. Let’s bring you upstairs, I’ll get you some tea.” 

You smiled at him, and God, it broke him to see that smile now. After all that he had put you through, you could still smile at him. He didn’t deserve you. He never had. But you nodded, and he gently carried you up the stairs and to the couch while Arthur and John watched silently.

“Leave her alone.” Tommy said, his voice gravelly, and he walked by them to put on tea water. You had already fallen asleep by the time it was finished, so he put a blanket over you and set the mug on the table next to you.

Tommy called a family meeting while you were asleep and explained to everyone what had happened. Whenever anyone raised their voice, he was quiet them, reminding them that you were in the next room sleeping. And once everyone left, he sat in the chair next to you and did nothing but watch your chest rise and fall for hours.

Hoping, praying, that he hadn’t put you through too much. That you wouldn’t be cursed with nightmares the way he had. That you wouldn’t decide it was too much and leave.

So while he watched you sleep, he prayed. He wasn’t a religious man, but Tommy prayed to whoever was up there that you would stay and he would make this all up to you. One day, you would be his wife, and he would make it all up to you.

He swore it.

[cowboyjen68]

Hii Jen,I need your perspective.what do I do?? I see all these hot butches and they are way too out of my league, at this point I feel more comfortable pretending to be straight and having only straight girl friends, when I interact with lesbians(esp.butches) I feel nervous bc you have to be really cool for this and I dont think I could pull this off. Plus,I see their types!They all love thick girls with curves and its understandable since they are really the purest representation of femininity.

“Pt 2. I am femme but I am flat,thin,my shoulders are wide, I dont have curves and I am really tall,its almost as if nature wanted me to be butch,but I dont feel like it,I enjoy being feminine but my femininity looks awkward.I want women to find me beautiful,but it seems as if I will never find a gf bc I am not a butch's type at all.Damn,I have never in my entire life seen a butch with a girlfriend whose body type is like mine.Are there any butches in this world who find girls like me okay?:(((”

Hey sorry for the delay, Holiday weeks at dog kennels are nutso.. Get comfortable because I am going to dig into this one for a few paragraphs. 

Let’s start at the beginning.. The feeling you get, nervous, like you aren’t ‘cool’ enough to hang out with lesbians? That is normal. We all want to impress those who we most relate to with life experiences. We tend to genuinely like them and WANT them to like us so we feel like there is something at stake. You are not alone and they are feeling the SAME way.. almost guaranteed. Keep trying. Keep making friends with lesbians. Straight women can be great but they will never understand exactly where you are coming from in life, love, the the trials of existing.  

 Now, the butches. You are attracted to butches and what you are feeling is natural anxiety when you are around them. I get  near a femme, or really any woman, that I find attractive and my ability to use words can go right out the window. I met Hannah Hart.. I have NO chance with her.. but I am very attracted to her and I said the dumbest stuff until I calmed down.  I do it all the time.  I am not the smooth operator I wish I was. I mean.. I flirted with someone i had a crush on and one of the first times we video chatted I talked about corn or 45 minutes. CORN?!  I heard myself and couldn’t stop. So yeah, we all get flustered and nervous around women we find attractive. 

Watch a femme in a room of butches ask for help with anything.. a light, her coat, carrying something and watch butches stumble all over themselves to help.. butches are as derpy as anything in existence.  They are feeling the same with you near them.

Ok.. now body type. Excuse me if this gets a little TMI and I don’t know how old you are so I will keep it as PG 13 as I can.   “Flat” is a word that I never use when describing a woman because out of all the breasts I have seen in my life, even the smallest breasted woman naturally has a bit of slight weight to their breasts and that is sexy no matter the size. Females breasts, no matter how small, react and cause the woman’s body to react when they are touched and THAT is lovely whether they are large or small. So you you might have small breasts but someone, many someones, will think they are the loveliest things they have ever seen. Do not fear that your body type is not for anyone. 

I am a butch. .. sometimes I joke that I am a soft butch, but the way I interact with, appreciate females is all butch and as innate as my ability to breathe.. Femininity is not based on curve types, or size of hips or your height. Your femininity is as built in as my butchness and trust me.. WE SEE YOU.  

I find naturally tall thin women with broad shoulders very sexy. Something about having a woman who can wrap her arms around me while my head lays on her chest when we hug. I think women’s backs are as beautiful as the night sky and broad shoulders just mean more back to kiss and admire. I am pretty sure I am not the only butch in the world who finds women like you attractive. Not to say I don’t like other body types or even have a favorite type. and of course there has to be connection and chemistry, but most of us have more than one type that we like. I don’t define a certain body type as feminine just like I don’t define a specific body type as butch.   Variety is wonderful. 

Don’t loose hope.Keep meeting women. Don’t settle for someone unless the attraction is MUTUAL, you deserve shared passion and joy.  Take care of your body as it is... and it will bring you happiness and bring pleasure to some lucky woman (or women) as you move thought your life’s path. 

[reactivebangtan]

REQUEST: i love your reaction bc its long and with every detail, can i have bts reaction when they’re sad and feel low self-esteem about their body so their GF order them to take off their clothes and start to kiss every inch of their skin and tell them how beautiful they look(you can make fluff or smut as you’re comfortable with of cores!!!) REQUESTED BY: anonymous WARNINGS: slightly nsfw?? NOTES: that’s right, another series. i know, i know. how could you do this to us, bee? you take forever to finish these things! well, I WRITE TOO MUCH, and it wasn’t all gonna fit in one post and still look nice, so THIS IS WHAT YOU GET. listen, you’re the one that followed my blog, i cannot be held accountable for these things. ANYWAY, i took a little liberty with this request, because i didn’t want it to get repetitive, so i tried to target more personal physical (and some not-so-physical ) insecurities for each of them individually, so they’re not all specifically body issues, but i wanted to stay as true to them as possible ( i also might’ve used this as an excuse to write down everything i’ve always wanted to say to them kdjsls ). i hope that was okay!

                                                           ❝ you’re beautiful. ❞ fingers sprawl out over his naked chest and linger against the curve of his clavicle as they begin to journey up and up and up, until your feather-light touch is tracing the curve of his throat and dragging a shiver out of him. he’s looking at you through half-lidded eyes that are still foggy with sleep, fingers twitching at his sides to give you the same treatment, to feel your skin rise and fall beneath his caress. ❝ look who’s talking, ❞ comes his quick retort, followed by the brief fluttering of his lashes as your fingertips skim his jaw and tease his ear. ❝ i mean it, ❞ you start, brushing off his own blatant disregard for the truth in what you speak. ❝ you, min yoongi, are absolutely gorgeous. ❞ you watch him squint at you, as if he’s trying to decipher the world’s greatest puzzle, but you’re more than aware that he will come away with nothing more than an unsatisfied grunt ( which he does ) and a lazy pout upon his lips. yoongi has always been good at reading you, but when it comes to him he’s always found it hard — it’s difficult, after all, to see what others see in you when you, yourself, don’t see them. he’s come a long way from where he was a few years ago with little to no self-esteem or any confidence to speak of, but the inkling of self-doubt still trickles back into his thoughts every now and then, and the it seems that automatic response to divert attention away from himself still rears its ugly head.  and so, his simple response is this: ❝ again, look who’s talking. ❞ a huff rolls out of you at that, and it has you pulling up from the place you’d perched upon his chest, now squirming close enough to feel his breath fan across your cheeks. the tips of your fingers trace along the curve of his cheeks, falling into the hollow of them and cradling him there. ❝ you really don’t see it at all, do you? how beautiful you are? ❞ he says nothing in return, and that is answer enough for you. ❝ you’re like a walking work of art, yoongi, ❞ is your first choice of words after the brief stretch of silence that answered your quiry. there is no hesitation, only tenderness in the way your words roll off your tongue and caress his ears. ❝ and, you’ve crafted it all yourself. sure, your parents molded you, but you’ve sculpted and shaped yourself from the very bottom, up into something so... breathtaking. ❞ he opens his mouth to say something, to brush off your words with another sideways comment that lightens the suddenly suffocating amount of honesty you’re breathing into the air, but before he can you’re silencing him with your own lips. the kiss is brief, a mere tease, but it’s enough to shut him up. ❝ this mouth of yours was the beginning, wasn’t it? and, i don’t think there’s anything on your body that matches everything about you so perfectly. such sweet lips, and such sharp words. you’ve always been a perfect mixture of the two. ❞ slowly, you shift down to the column of his throat and lay a gentle kiss on the delicate curve where it meets his shoulder. ❝ and, these shoulders that have held so much, ❞ you murmur hotly against his skin, and the flat of your hands move down his chest as you speak. he shivers beneath it all, tensing as the pads of your fingers run over the indentations of his ribs as he breathes and bends beneath your touch. ❝ your ribs that have caged in so much. they both shake and tremble sometimes, but you stand so firm... ❞ lifting yourself up enough to hover over his form, he watches you shift further down, taking the blanket with you — he’s never been shy around you, never felt the need to hide, but somehow this feels different. you’d had each other just the night before, had bared everything just like you had so many times already, but this... this left him feeling truly naked. and, as your hands find the curve of his waist and the dip of his hips, he squirms. ❝ i know you hate them, but these legs have carried you a long way — they even brought you to me. for that, i love them. ❞ switching between close-mouthed and open-mouthed kisses, you trail down his stomach and down to his hips, teeth finally nipping at the tops of his thighs; he twitches, the sudden urge to pull away crossing his mind, but he’s far too transfixed with your gaze on his to truly move. ❝ i love your hands that create and compose and hold and touch, ❞ you continue, your hands falling from the warmth of his flesh and clumsily sliding against the sheets to find his own. following their path upwards, you find yourself face-to-face with him once again, smiling that tender smile that always has him swallowing past a lump in his throat — he supposes even now he has a hard time understanding why you look at him like that. ❝ and, your eyes. you hold the world in your eyes, you know that? no, the universe. your face could be completely blank, but your eyes always say so much. there’s so much depth... what do you see with those beautiful eyes of yours? ❞ you expect him to brush this off, say you’re being far too deep this early in the morning, but instead he simply looks at you for a long moment. he looks at you like it’s the first time he’s seeing you, all over again. he looks at you, and you think that maybe he’s finally beginning to see it, all those wonderful things you said. instead, as he looks up at you framed in the low light of your bedroom and the potent truth you’ve just radiated into the air, he’s honest. ❝ i only see you. ❞

[chocolatemillkk]

Upset (JS)

Request: can you do a imagine where joe is upset and cryif about something and his gf ( the reader) makes him feel better, kinda like the one w jack and the cat but w joe and somthing else😚

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"Joe! Are you home?" I call out into the flat. Joe wasn't answering my texts all day and I wasn't sure what he was up to. He'd come home late last night from a work function so I hadn't seen him in a while.

"Joe?" I peek into each room but he's not there. It's when I reach his dark bedroom where I'm about to close the door that my eyes adjust to a Joe-shaped lump on the bed.

"Hey babe, you alright?" I call out. He doesn't respond so I go in to investigate. I poke him but he stays curled and motionless. That's when I start to worry.

I shed my purse and jacket and climb atop the bed. "I understand if you don't want to talk love, but I'm gonna stay here with you." I whisper. I lay beside him and turn to my side to cuddle but in a single movement he's turned to face me and buried his face into my chest. I can feel warm tears on my skin.

"Babe," I rub circles on his back as he holds onto me and cries for a while. I play with his hair, tangling it then smoothing it down, trying to soothe him although not understanding why.

"Y/N," he says although it's hard to understand through the mess he'd become.

"What do you need?" I ask. He continues to sniffle before pulling away to look at me. His face, which is inches from my own, is streaked with tears. His eyes had gone pink and puffy just like his nose.

"Why do you even love me?" He asks unexpectedly.

"Where is this coming from?" I try to ask as I swipe the tears from his face. When he continues looking at me sadly I have to respond. "You know why Joe. We fit well with each other, you're funny and kind and always looking out for me. I love you for you...just who you were and who you've become these past three years. If I didn't love you I reckon I'd have had plenty of time to change that." I try to make Joe laugh but I'm only met with a ghost of a smile.

"I'm such a failure Y/N," he says and his tears become waterfalls once again.

"Joe!" I try to pry him away from me again but he clutches me so tightly it's hard. "Hey where is this all coming from?"

I say his name again, more gently and slowly he relaxes slightly.

"Please tell me what's wrong?" I ask.

"There's just too much stress and I just feel like everything I put up is shite. I don't think I can keep on like this."

"Baby," I sit up and encourage Joe to do the same. I brush aside his tears and run my fingers through his bedhead. "You're probably just uninspired right now. Doesn't mean you're gonna be that way forever yeah? You put on too much pressure, maybe you need a break."

"I can't," he fiddles with his thumbs, biting down at the skin-a nervous habit.

"Hey listen to me," I say. "You're not a failure okay? You make amazing content and you have great ideas...just not right now. You deserve a break, your followers will understand."

Joe slowly meets my gaze and his teary eyes brings tears to my own.

"Why are you crying?" He asks.

"You make me emotional," I laugh and he lets out a small chuckle.

"Promise you're gonna take a break and not be so hard on yourself." I say.

He looks at me with a concentrated look before sighing and looking away. He picks at a loose thread on the duvet and I can see the tears falling wet onto the white covers.

"Joe, promise me?"

"Yeah," he ruffles his hair. "I promise. Thanks."

I sit there in the silence with him as he gathers himself. He finally takes a long, ragged breath and looks up at me smiling.

"I love you," he kisses my forehead.

"I love you too," I say with a smile. "Please stop crying I'm emotional enough for the both of us."

"Yeah that sounds about right," Joe laughs and the sound is like sunshine on skin; it warms me up and lets me know he was alright for now.

Joe tugs on a strand of my hair, lost in thought again, twirling it between his fingers. Carefully, he brushes it behind my shoulders and curves his hand around the side of my neck. My breath catches as his fingers make patterns down my neck, to my collarbone and onto my chest where my necklace lays.

"I remember when I got this for you," he says whilst picking it up. "It was the first jewellery I'd gotten like this for a girl and I was so nervous you wouldn't like it."

"I loved it," I whisper and Joe looks up. He leans in and kisses me, the hand without the necklace rising to cup my face.

"I don't know what I'd do without you," he whispers, his voice still hoarse from the crying he'd done earlier. I go for another kiss, reassuring him physically that I'd always be there. Not that he needed reassuring-I would always be there whenever he needed me. Rain or shine, smiling or crying. I was there because I loved him.

"You'll never be without me," I remind him. "I'll always be right here."

[szopenhauer]

what is the weather going to be like where you live tomorrow? who knows, forecast is lying

who lives in your house and what are they doing right now? my parents, dunno, they just finished eating

does your best friend live near you? my dad lives with me

what is the last place you kissed someone, if ever? her apartment

how do you like to express yourself? in every possible way?

whose birthday is coming up? my sister’s 

what do your favorite pair of shoes look like? can’t choose only one pair

what city do you live in? what’s the population? I’m not sharing that

what time are you going to sleep tonight? we’ll see

who is the last person you hugged for a long time? parent

what are your top five favorite cities? that I visited or would like to?

how did your parents pick your name? my mom liked it 

do you want to move out? yes

how long would it take you to walk to the house of the last person you kissed? walk? :o omg...

what did you last have a conversation with one of your siblings about? what happened on Wednesday

other than a dislike button, what’s something you wish facebook had? hmm...

which part of your day was best: morning, afternoon, or night? I hope night will be good

what’s something you would do drunk but never do sober? I’ve never been drunk so no idea

what is more annoying, people who take forever to reply to texts or when they only say ‘k’? both are annoying but constant ok or XD are basically K.O. of the conversation

have you ever had a night that’s been hands down the best night of your life? if so, describe what happened? can I count dreams tho?

what time do your parents normally get home from work? mom’s retired and my dad either 8 am or 8 pm

what is a word, if any, that you always have trouble spelling? cześć and similar with ść like iść myć and sometimes also words with l and r inside like galeria as I switch those and there’s garelia instead

what was the last awkward moment you experienced? my whole life is awkward

last thing that really hurt you? physically or emotionally/mentally?

are you ever afraid to be yourself? if I can get beated or even killed for that

did you kiss or hug anyone today? hug

how many people have told you they were in love with you? ugh...

is any part of you sad at all? always

would you kiss anyone you have texts from in your phone? my gf obviously

honestly, if you could go back one month and change something would you? maybe

are there certain things that can’t be joked about with you? yeah

do you still talk to the last person you kissed? even now

do you have a bad temper? I guess

do you believe that there’s good in everybody? who cares if there’s more bad/evil in them

are you the funniest of all your friends? don’t wanna brag but... 

have you ever gone to work with a hangover? never been hungover

what pisses you off the most? shitload of stuff

are you emotional? might be

what’s something you wish you could go shopping for right now? if I had my own apartment...

have you done anything illegal in the last three days? no do you ever get shy around the boy/girl you like? sorta

have you ever gotten soap in your mouth for cursing? do you think that’s right to do to kids who curse?: luckily not, that’s awful, don’t do that

what age do you think is appropriate for kids to start watching horror movies with lots of gore?: never, kid or adult, those movies shouldn’t exist in the first place

do you know what the word “polyamorous” means?  I know

how many bug bites do you currently have?: about 10, first time in my life I’ve been bitten so hard and yet ppl dare to say there are no mosquitos this summer

do you have any wind chimes outside your house? how many?: we don’t, my mom used to have bamboo one inside but somehow it’s gone now

do you know someone who actually had someone give them a bouquet of real roses and one fake one, and tell them they’ll love them until the last one dies?: wow :o

which do you like better, firefox or internet explorer?: Opera but Firefox if I had to choose between those two craps

do you have a flat stomach? would you ever wear a belly shirt to show it off?: it ain’t flat but I still wear crop tops when I’m in the mood for that

with eyebrow piercings, do you prefer the ring or the curved barbell?:  I don’t care 

would you date someone who was five years older than you?:  I don’t think so

if you had to have one drug (illegal ones, like marijuana and cocaine and all of them) right now, what would it be?: none

would you ever get a sleeve or a half sleeve on your arm (we’re talking about tattoos)?: hell no

do you have a wireless mouse and/or keyboard?: not wireless

do you think your biological parents love each other?: what even is love...

would you rather live alone in a huge mansion or alone in a small studio apartment?: small apartment is enough, I don’t have to clean whole mansion haha or pay for all the electricity and such

if you came across child porn on your computer, what would you do?: not possible as only I use it

what’s the name of the street you live on?: that’s personal

how often do you use “<3”?: rarely

how do you feel about abortion?: it’s complicated, I don’t want to talk about it

what’s one thing your grandmother does that you can’t stand?: ...

did you ever notice how it’s more tragic if a younger person dies than an older person, even if they both died of the same cause?: it’s because old person had time to live and it’s normal they’re going to die soon on smth anyway, kids and teens or even young adults should have an equal chance in life 

how often do you wash your hair?: recently basically everyday

do you think the price for a movie ticket is too high these days?: I agree have you ever been to a drive-in movie theater?: nope

what’s your favorite musical?: Cats is the only one I like, I hate musicals

Have you ever watched a beaver build a damn before? not irl, just documentary/online

How often do you get spam in your email? all the damn time, 99% of emails are spam and it makes me mad

Do you use “shall” or “should” more often in speech? should only

Do you know anyone who can read Braille? I learned but forgot already

Do you ever wish that you had a tail? kinda

Do you prefer garden snails or water snails? all of them snails :)

Do you pay attention to detail? often

Would you wear a veil at your wedding, if you were to get married? I prefer capes or trains for that matter but veils aren’t a bad idea either

Are you a male or a female? I’m a cis female

Do you like fairytales? not a fan 

What is your favorite type of whale? I think they’re pretty cool in general, don’t know enough about types

Do you prefer paper bags and plastic bags when you go to the grocery store? Or perhaps those reusable ones? depends

Do you like your country’s flag? it’s... boring

Do you like things that have a zigzag pattern on them? sweaters

Has the airbag ever gone off in the car before, with you in it? no

When’s the last time you used a dishrag? today

What does your favorite bag look like? can’t decide

list two facts about your last kiss. it was with a woman that I’m dating in her apartment - ok that’s three facts lol

what was your first thought when you looked in the mirror this morning? my skin is awful

have you ever worn the opposite sex’s underwear? nah

have you ever kissed in a pool? I haven’t

have you ever lied to protect someone’s feelings? yep

how did you meet the last person you kissed? mutual friend in high school, we went to the crappy concert together

whats something that really grosses you out? plenty of stuff that I don’t want to even think about 

what is the oldest person you would date right now? my age is old enough 

do you use your middle finger often? I suppose

how many people have you kissed in your entire life? one

how many hours has it been since you woke up? at first I woke up at 6 am then half past 10 am and now it’s 3 pm

are you listening to anything? not currently

has anyone ever sprayed you fully clothed with a hose? I don’t recall but would be pissed

do you own an umbrella? I borrow my parents’ umbrella when I have to because I hate umbrellas

what do you have in your pockets right now? no pockets!

how many keys are on your key chain? just one

what do they go to? my house 

are you wearing a shirt that has a sports team logo on it? ewww, no way

have you parents ever hated one of your boyfriends/girlfriends? my mom doesn’t like the fact I’m into girls so... how old is the last person you kissed? 28 

how old were you in 1995? 3

how old will you be in 2027? 35

what brand of shampoo do you use? Family splash

who was the last person to give you money? family member

have you ever dreamt of someone you barely know? that was weird

when was the last time you went to the ocean? saw the sea once, not ocean

do you know how to give cpr? not best

have you ever taken a pregnancy test? what for?

have someone seen you naked in the last month? yup

what kind of doctor did you go to the last time you went? had to get vaccine against tetanus after I was bitten by the dog this Wednesday

are you jewish? am not

have you ever wished your eyes were a different color? it’s not that important

how many times does “n” occur in your full name? twice

what are you initials? Z.C.

what is something that always makes you feel pretty? *rolling my eyes*

how many songs are on your mp3/ipod? I don’t remember, I didn’t use it in a long time

have you ever flashed someone accidentally? in elementary I had no boobs so I didn’t wear a bra and there was PE and I was teaching my classmate how to do a carthwheel and I flashed a certain boy who was bullying me later in life (middle school), he said - You’re wild

do you ever crack your knuckles/back/ankles/wrists/etc?: I despise ppl who do that, stop!

if you walk by a mirror, do you look at yourself in it?: try not to

what would you do if a stranger came up to you and said you are the most attractive person they had ever seen?: think it’s a prank 

have you ever shared a blanket with someone?: sure

what is more important, happiness or trust?: happiness includes trust

do you ever think “what if” about anything?: overthinking for life

do you care too much/not at all/just enough?: all at once lmfao

are you a morning person or a night person?: night but I’m barely a person

what would you do if you opened up your front door and your doorstep was full of surprises?: what kind of surprises?

if you were offered a shot of whiskey right this second, would you accept?: thx but no

do you have a good relationship with your mother?: not as much as I’d like to

the last person you kissed, how many times have you cried in front of them?: 3 - on a cam/video chat, publicly and on her bed

are your nails painted?: they’re not painted

are you someone who worries too often? 24/7

do you like thunderstorms?: I like how lightning looks like and the sound of thunder but weather makes me feel ill so...

would you like to see a tornado at some point in your life?: if it didn’t kill me

could you stay in the same relationship for over a year?: I assume

who has seen you at your “worst?“: family and partner

will you kiss the last person you kissed again?: we plan to

if you could have one super power what would it be?: healing - myself and others

what’s your opinion on people wearing high heels to school?: dumb

do you listen to any music that doesn’t have lyrics?: can but don’t do that usually

do you stutter when you get nervous?: nah

do you attend church regularly?: I listen to the mass every Sunday

what is your favorite superhero movie?: can’t choose only one

do you watch gossip girl?: no

what do you get whenever you go school shopping?: I’m done with school however, back when I did do school shopping, it was about notebooks mostly

what is your #4’s dog’s name?: I didn’t have so many 

do you consider yourself responsible?: depends

are you tired?: yesss

do you think that aliens exist? it’s possible

what do you doodle most often?: *shrug*

if you went to jail, what would you go for?: smth I didn’t do, I would be framed

are there any bruises on your body right now?: weird but not even after that unlucky Wednesday, my skin isn’t bruising easily

if you died next week, what would be the cause of death?: heart attack, allergy, accident etc

what do you think about dating websites?: didn’t help but OKC have fun questions :P

what is your favorite thing to get at starbucks?: I don’t go there

what about at mcdonalds?: french fries

do you wear contacts or glasses?: if I had to I’d choose glasses

how many clocks are in your room?: just cellphone and computer 

how many fridges are in your house?: ... 1

what is the best way to tell someone that they stink?: too ashamed to point that out :x

what time will you go to bed tonight?: 11 pm but probs will fall asleep before 2 am as usual

How do you feel right this moment?: not good

What does the last person you kissed name start with?: M.

How many people have you kissed in the last 5 months?: no one else

When did you last have sex?: recently

State the lyrics stuck in your head at the moment.: I'm hard on the outside but if you see inside, inside, inside 

What do you currently hear?: not a single thing and happy about it

What would you do if your doctor told you, you were pregnant?: they’re mistaken as it’s not possible

If you’re dating someone how long have you been together?: about 2 months

What’s the longest relationship you have ever been in?: dunno if I can count that as relationship 

Do you know anyone who has gotten an abortion?: used to know

Are your parents strict?: they’re weird

What grade are you in?: graduated 

Have you ever kissed in the rain?: wouldn’t want to, I imagine it being uncomfy

When was the last time you seen your mom?: she just opened my room’s door without knocking to ask me for another favor

Do you and her get along good?: won’t say so

Have you ever stole anything?: not really

What’s the last thing you heated up in the microwave? I don’t use a microwave, I heard they’re bad for your health

Have you ever felt like a slave before? kind of

How often do you shave? What do you shave? not your business

Whose grave did you last visit? been to the funeral but besides that my brother’s

Describe a time when you felt brave. nie czuję się odważna tylko dzielna tak jak nie jestem cierpliwa lecz mam silną wolę

Have you ever participated in “the wave”? if I’m thinking what you’re thinking

Have you ever accidentally waved at the wrong person before? worse

Oh no! Your house is on fire! What’s the first thing that you try to save? important documents, pendrives, photo albums, my fav stuffed animal (but most importantly myself and my fam)

Do you remember to save your documents? I’m paranoid about it

Are you the person who paves/smooths things over in an argument, or do you just add more fuel to the fire? I must confess I quite often add fuel but not every single time

How many pets do you have? just my doggo